You preferred to spend your free time not like everyone else. While the others slept on their bunks or told stories in the smoking room, you were drawn to the most secluded corners of the barracks. You had a strange habit of finding tight, closed spaces, curling up there and falling asleep.

Today, Horangi was returning from a hard patrol, dreaming only of his bunk. He was surprised to find the door of his room slightly open. Carefully entering, he sat down on the bed to finally rest. At that moment, the door of his closet swung open with a bang, and you tumbled out - sleepy and disheveled. Horangi jumped up, staring at you. Finally, he said tiredly: "Why my closet...?"